A Vicarious Life

I live my life vicariously, Through everyone else’s eyes. I live my life through every low And every one of the highs. It began when I was a child, I’d live like batman every day. Pretending I was by his side, Cutting and weaving as I play. My teens, I was the movie star, Robert de Niro, an extreme survivor. That’s when I was the skin head, Bickle, The paranoid vigilante Taxi Driver. By my 20’s my kids success at Debates and sports became my badge. I was there to remind folks how proud I was, Cleaning and bandaging every scratch. My 30’s I walked like the enigmatic Jack White, Of Detroit garage rock stance. This phase didn’t last long though, Couldn’t play the guitar, or even dance. Now my 40’s, I don’t need actors or musicians, To show I’m a flamboyant musical fighter. I just feign that I know how to scrawl like the bard, Living vicariously through poetic writers.